Image By Owen Lloyd (Own work) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons
Thursday, May 29, 2014
Wednesday, May 28, 2014
May Day, May Day
May Day, May Day
In a moment
A new day opens the still smoldering sky
Published in the 2015 Embers and Flames Anthology by Outrider Press.
Friday, May 23, 2014
Young Love
Young Love
When our spirits joined presence
it was a miracle in essence
Intrigue flourished and mystified
The feeling could not be denied
You allured and compelled me
Drawn to you, you were all I could see
When I watched you from afar, gazing helpless
I saw a vision of pure bliss
Where my thoughts were once before dripping with sorrow
Living in dread, wondering if I will see tomorrow
I learned a painful lesson
That is was not love or devotion
It seems as is we melted together by the forging heat of touch
Bound by yearning, lust, passion, one can only take so much
It cannot be wrong if it feels this way
This love, I think it is, grows for you every waking day
Red Sea
This poem requires a brief introduction. Growing up you could always find in my possession at least one book I was reading and a poetry journal. At my grandparents insistence when I was 13 the following poem was submitted to the National Library of Poetry where it was published in an anthology entitled "In a Different Light".
Red Sea
A red sea, a red rose
A painted sky
I have to keep asking myself
Why
A blue bird, a blue glass
Tear drops fall on a little girls pillow
Standing in a barren field with one lone willow
Colors of a rainbow, together they run
On an empty street a man stands with a gun
He is a lost soul in a crowded city
People can only say "what a pity"
A little girl cries for help, blood runs from her wrists
She is another number on a long, long list
Kiss a forgotten person, open your eyes
We don't need anymore lies
Within ourselves there is a war
Break free and let your spirit soar.
Image By Paolo Neo [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
Wednesday, May 14, 2014
After Sunset
The night falls
heavy in its hours.
Afraid of the dark
Corners,
of your mind.
Fear what you may find
alone,
in the space between you-
and vast nothing.
Openly suffocating,
in periwinkle dusk
rapt in a blanket of night.
You fall asleep-
You fell in love-
I fell for it-
Burglars in the eerie in-between
steal abandoned hearts
and crawl with malice.
Lovers steal
glances and tears
that fall
guilty like night.
In hazy dark cities,
lights blur through salty tears.
Among busy streets
wander empty years
sound of safe, shhh-
alee-whispering wind,
silence is golden.
For in memories and sunsets,
cast behind you,
lingering in the shadows,
of loneliness-
loudest
at the fall of night.
Image credit: By Jon Sullivan [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons
Windswept
The trade winds blow, shaking their souls
quaking through the canopies; necks and trunks
whip and lash…
Rising up-racking, building tension
escalating in cleansing saltwater sky
that weeps and purifies, absorbed.
Shared with the earth.
An everyday occurrence-that appears from nowhere.
It seems normally rare, the current passes quickly still
there lingering with explosive force, held tight in calm evening air.
Moving like a phantom; an evaporating apparition,
the mirage-leaving no trace, yet even still-
made anew.
Holding on its back the steamy hot mist
carried on the verge, a balanced cups of tears.
Shifting of power, tilting the scales.
A release of struggle- temporal in state
the come and go electric emotion charge
the trade winds will always blow...
Image credit:By Rosendahl [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
A Case Of Silk Pajamas
It came in a package too pristine to open
A box of quiet dynamite,
Muffled with tissue paper
Under a whispered film of disguise
Only restrained by a single golden seal
To be unleashed only by the daring new possessor
Chosen by default, a lack of any better idea,
Smart luck maybe
Or perhaps they chose you, for your lack of opposition to suggestion
Evocative and immaculate
With trembling fingers afraid to touch
These cannot be for me?
These are not mine!
Who do you think I am?
Sheer perplexing gift, not the image I see as me
Shouldn’t you know-
I had been in flannels too long!
Oh, what trouble this gift would cause?
Liberating sensuality should be “handled with care”
Liquid luxury woven in threads,
Fully exposed-naked and draped in material,
Fluid and solid Immaterial feeling
Eyes without sight provided by the darkness of night
The deafening joy of touch screams
In the romance of night, between the sheets
Hugging, whispering, caressing lonely places on my skin
The sense of touch
Weaving webs in my soul
Pores breathing and gasping for air,
The air of luxury, the air up here is sweeter
A box of silky chocolates gets devoured
An unquenchable craving develops with just one taste
This gift needs no returning, these silk pajamas are so me!
A warning should be given to the giver
Who never knew
How wearing silk pajamas will utterly change you
Out of the cocoon
and into your arms.
Image credit:By 文同 English: Wen Tong (1018–1079) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons (ink on silk)
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